yesterday was basically a draining day. physically and emotionally exhausted. for those who were there to support, i'm sure you know. well, at least i know. i feel apologetic. i've let down the team, i've let down Coach, i've let down MYSELF. it really is no use crying, but i couldnt stop my tears from flowing. and it really was my fault. i let in those goals. i didnt protect eunice. i was supposed to be her guardian angel werent i? but i committed myself. and made her vulnerable to the flying balls. she cried. i cried. sylvia cried. justina cried. minxuan cried. esther cried. COACH CRIED. it dawned on me that the game really mattered alot to all of us. people have been comforting me, telling me nto to cry. telling me it's not my fault. i wish it was true. but no point mourning over our loss now hey? we need to hold our heads up high. winning isnt everything. but giving our all is. hurt my left ankle. cracked it when i stepped on the ball. grats. i cant run at all.

my PI is on the right track, thankfully. i wanna get it over and done with! like ASAP! it's such a chore la.
i can hear justina's laughter from here. (note i'm in the com lab and she's like waaayyy across the room). see how loud she is? haha.

oh! i forgot to add. VJC has this really HUGE midfielder. number 26. she's been the talk of the town. she knocked minxuan off her feet, and slammed sylvia's knee(with her shinguard). how appropriate for a first impression eh? agression is good. violence is not. WE CALL HER FEIPO. i wonder why.